Loves!ck
Yes! Sick. Of. Love. I stare out my bathroom window
trying to spot him in the aftermath of the storm. I wipe specks of mud from my
limbs, hair, face and glance at the reflection above the sink. Me and Cupid mud
wrestle every so often. I win 98% of the time. He tries to claim victory with
that Cherubic Charm; it almost works. I entice him with an ice cream sandwich,
he retreats and goes home to his celestial coordinates.
Original work and intellectual property of Cicely N. Carter
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